The innocent is the person who explains nothing
I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.
If rain drops were kisses, I'd send you showers. If hugs were seas, I'd send you oceans. And if love was a person I'd send you me! Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.
A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
My good friends David and Avi sent me a text greeting from their gym in NYC at 8 a. m. this morning. Isn't that a fine how do you do!
I never rushed the fact that I wanted to be in the NBA or rushed the fact, you know, they asked me about the NBA. I always (unintelligible) back to the fact that I just love playing with my teammates.
What you deny to others will be denied to you, for the plain reason that you are always legislating for yourself; all your words and actions define the world you want to live in.
Always listen to experts. They'll tell you what can't be done, and why. Then do it.